side saddle

[saw]

the anarchist cowboy gallops
through the blind canyons of conformity
a weathered poet on a trick pony

ambushers are hiding in the rocks
to fire silver bullets aimed at killing his rebelliousness
this midnight writer

but you kick up a maelstrom of words
the message twists like a tornado of indigestible dust
obscuring the snipers ritual folly

you slap the menacing reins
left to right, right to left
hellbent from leather corsets

that bind the imagination
pound the hard dirt of censored trails
blazing with insolent eyes

you are steady as the pony express
outrunning the posse of expectation,
today you are lucky, you slip the noose

on a hanging day

[dadio]

v. good.

[creativesoul]

ya know- i felt that - what a hot one dang- it was exciting- so yes- i think some more- that was really good-